She looks up
from her balcony bedroom,
and sees him there.
Holding his breath,
he leaps up the walls
ignoring the pain, welling in his heart.
He moves forth
with skill and precise.
Arrows fly by,
swords bounce away.
All he sees is her
midnight eyes.
He leaps over the rail
and grabs hold of her, in a hug.
All he ever wanted
was to hold her like this.
But to late
he remembers,
her betrayal harsh and cold,
as her midnight eyes.
He can't stop the love,
as he can't catch hold of the hurt.
He stabs her
with a golden dagger
and finally with war end,
his midnight betrayal
is dead.
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